Retired soldier king and his little sweetheart

Zhuang Xiaoduo rushed into the factory in the heavy rain, and the sows were about to give birth. Like the miserable female characters in ancient costume dramas giving birth, the heavy rain fell, and a thunderbolt hit the ceiling of the pig factory...

"Xiaoduo?"

"Well... I gave birth..." Zhuang Xiaoduo woke up with his eyes closed, and found that it was his dream.

Tang Huai woke up Zhuang Xiaoduo, put on his sweater, took him to wash and have breakfast.

Just finished eating and was about to wash up when Yan Wenxiang came.

He tidied himself up very neatly today. He wore a white shirt, jeans and a pair of new white shoes. He cut his hair and shaved his beard. Although he was still so skinny that he could punch the ground, his energy was much better.

Zhuang Xiaoduo thought he was going to see friends, or a date or something.

After the Yan San incident, Zhuang Xiaoduo knew the story between him and the deceased lover, and saw him decadent all day long, and felt sorry for him.

With this appearance now, it seems that he has come out and is about to start a new relationship.

Rose Field was not far from home, the three of them walked slowly, Tang Huai took a pair of scissors, and followed Zhuang Xiaoduo and Yan Wenxiang.

"Are you going to give it away?" Zhuang Xiaoduo asked.

Yan Wenxiang smiled politely: "Yes."

Zhuang Xiaoduo saw Yan Wenxiang's forced smile, so he stopped asking.After walking for a while, Yan Wenxiang took the initiative to say, "I went to see my friend, today is his birthday."

"Oh~" Zhuang Xiaoduo joked: "A friend who needs to send roses should be a very good friend."

Yan Wenxiang seemed to think of something after listening, and smiled happily: "Yes."

When he arrived at the rose field, Yan Wenxiang wanted to choose by himself. He took the scissors and picked out the flowers that had already bloomed very large. After cutting these flowers, they would only bloom for a day before they would all be wiped out and could not be raised.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai were leaning on the telegraph pole, one on the left and the other on the right.

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "There are quite a lot of group buying orders in cooperation with Yan Fei, but it can only be used for festivals. If there are only roses on weekdays, it is not easy to sell."

"Who is Yan Fei?"

"It's the female college student who helped us sell roses."

"Well, I don't have time to worry about it after finishing this batch. Piggy is coming out soon." Tang Huai took a few steps aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat, lit it and took a puff.

Zhuang Xiaoduo nodded, but he was a little unhappy. Recently, Tang Huai smoked more and more frequently.

After Yan Wenxiang chose the flowers, he came over and returned the scissors to Tang Huai, and then took out 15 yuan from his pocket: "Thank you."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Tang Huai turned around and asked Zhuang Xiaoduo, "Do you have fifty cents?"

"No." Zhuang Xiaoduo replied.

Yan Wenxiang was amused by the couple, and hurriedly said no, no, no.

Seeing him holding the roses in both hands, Zhuang Xiaoduo felt a lot more relaxed, and asked him when he was going to leave and if he wanted to wrap the flowers.

Yan Wenxiang was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "It's fine to wrap it up, I'll go back and find some beautiful paper."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Let's pack it for you, it's exactly 5 cents for packing."

Zhuang Xiaoduo bought a lot of flower wrapping materials online for Christmas flower sales.

Wrapping flowers is difficult or not, anyone can make it, and it is not easy to say, the color of each flower and how much paper is stacked has knowledge.

Zhuang Xiaoduo recalled the tutorials he read on the Internet, and picked three colors of paper: pink, red and black.

"Would you like to get some dogtail grass for decoration?" Zhuang Xiaoduo asked, holding his chin.

Tang Huai was trimming the bouquet, and said casually, "It's all good."

Zhuang Xiaoduo imagined in his mind a large handful of Corolla epees with a few dogtails stuck in them, but he gave up.

After pruning the branches and leaves, fix the bouquet with a rope, put pink paper inside, and then red and black, Zhuang Xiaoduo has no skills, the brain has mastered but the hand has not yet mastered, the effect of wrapping can only be called "can still look".

There is a high probability that it will be rated poorly in a flower shop.

"Write cards?" Zhuang Xiaoduo asked Yan Wenxiang, who also bought a lot of cute cards.

Yan Wenxiang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Zhuang Xiaoduo found a card and a pen, and asked Yan Wenxiang to write. He grabbed the pen, tried to write but took it back several times, leaving only a few small dots of ink on the card.

"I don't know what to write." Yan Wenxiang pulled out an awkward wry smile.

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "How about I search the Internet for you."

He opened the phone's website and searched for "what should I write when sending flowers to my partner?"

The relevant entries on the webpage are "what to write when sending flowers to your girlfriend?", "what to write when sending flowers on Valentine's Day?" and so on.

Most of them are sour, Zhuang Xiaoduo flicked the phone: "Why don't you just write 'Dear, happy birthday, happy every day', there is nothing better than happiness."

Yan Wenxiang laughed after listening, "It's pretty good."

But when I wrote it, it was another line of words: Xiao Liang, happy birthday, I miss you very much—A Xiang.

Seeing that, Zhuang Xiaoduo swallowed the words that came to his lips, and met Tang Huai's eyes.

Xiao Liang, if I remember correctly, Yan Wenxiang's deceased lover was named Li Liangliang.

It turned out that he didn't look away from the past, didn't come out, and didn't have a new relationship.

After Yan Wenxiang finished writing, he carefully put it into the bouquet of roses, thanked Tang Huai and Zhuang Xiaoduo, and went out to the mountain alone.

Zhuang Xiaoduo felt sore and took a sip of water.

"It's okay." Tang Huai hugged Zhuang Xiaoduo and kissed him on the forehead.

Soon it was the day before Christmas Eve, Zhuang Xiaoduo's house was full of roses, and several people sat in the pile of roses, picking up branches and leaves, and wrapping flowers.

There were nearly 600 orders for Christmas Eve and Christmas, ranging from 9 small to 99 large.

Zhuang Xiaoduo called Zhuang Aiguo and Brother Jianjian to help, and the third aunt and sister-in-law also came to help all afternoon, and they were asked to go back to rest first when it was too late.

The goods will be delivered to the city at noon tomorrow, and the temporary delivery team organized by Yan Fei will deliver them to the customers, and she will be in charge of overall planning and scheduling.

Orderly and reasonable division of labor, Zhuang Xiaoduo couldn't help but lament that this kid is a good hand in business.

Zhuang Aiguo heard that Zhuang Xiaoduo was talking about Yan Fei, and asked gossipingly, "Is it pretty?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo thought about it, she couldn't say how beautiful she was, with shoulder-length hair, phoenix eyes, oval face, low nose, fair skin but small freckles, she looked very interesting, like a supermodel.

But the height is about less than 1.7 meters.

"I think it looks pretty, with a high-class face." Zhuang Xiaoduo said.

Zhuang Aiguo pursed his mouth when he heard that: "It is generally said that she is neither sweet nor cute, and most people can't appreciate her beauty." Brother Jiankang threw a handful of petals at Zhuang Aiguo: "You are the one who is beautiful or not. What's the matter, you still want to pick up a female college student, wretched man."

The three of them sat in the sea of ​​roses and played around. After a busy day, their hands were numb, and there were also large and small wounds drawn by rose thorns.

Tang Huai was in the kitchen making glutinous rice balls for everyone as a supper.

It is already December, and the weather is cold, especially at night. It is Zhuang Xiaoduo's wish to have a steaming bowl of sweet glutinous glutinous rice balls at this time.

A few days ago, Zhuang Fengxiang's grandmother sent some new glutinous rice this year. The third aunt's family had a lot of glutinous rice left over from the wedding banquet before, and they used it to make fermented glutinous rice. Tang Huai followed suit.

This time, I made a jar of fermented glutinous rice in a decent way.

Homemade fermented glutinous rice has a richer flavor and higher sweetness than those sold in supermarkets. You can control the taste of fermented glutinous rice by yourself.

The fire on the stove was on, and the smell of fermented glutinous rice was tangy. Tang Huai quickly made glutinous rice balls and threw them into the pot. The cooked glutinous rice balls would float up by themselves.

"Xiao Duo, come here." Tang Huai called towards the door.

Zhuang Xiaoduo ran in with gloves on, and leaned beside Tang Huai: "It smells so good, is it ripe?"

"It's ready, little glutton." Tang Huai was still rubbing his hands together, "Bring a bowl and fish for yourself."

Zhuang Xiaoduo took four dozen bowls and placed them neatly on the stove, scooped the floating glutinous rice balls into the bowls, and put a few red dates and wolfberries in the soup, dotted on the tender white glutinous rice balls like snowflakes in the snow Wintersweet is very beautiful.

During the intermission for supper, Zhuang Aiguo and Zhuang Xiaoduo ate two big bowls, so full that they slumped on their chairs and hiccupped.

"I have a hunch that tomorrow I will definitely have indigestion."

Tang Huai only ate one bowl. He never liked to eat sweets, but Zhuang Xiaoduo wanted to eat and he also accompanied him to eat something to satisfy his hunger.

Zhuang Xiaoduo played with his mobile phone, took a picture of Zhang's family and sent it to Zhang Lili and her mother.

Zhang Lili: [Hahahaha, is Zhuang Aiguo pregnant?The belly is so big] Mom: [Who are these two men?Why are you not with Xiao Tang? 】Zhuang Xiaoduo touched his own belly, which seemed to be several months pregnant, then looked at Tang Huai, shaking his head artificially.

Tang Huai:?

Zhuang Xiaoduo showed Zhang Lili's reply to Zhuang Aiguo, Zhuang Aiguo was so angry that he jumped up, snatched the mobile phone and lined up with Zhang Lili, and then looked at the photo carefully.

Except for his big belly and hot eyes, the whole background and atmosphere are quite beautiful.

There is a kind of life that is bitter, but flowers are very romantic and the atmosphere is beautiful.

He raised his mobile phone to take a picture of Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai. When Zhuang Xiaoduo saw the camera facing him, he immediately approached Tang Huai. The two of them stuck together and compared each other with smiles.

After being busy until three o'clock in the morning, they finally finished packing the orders. Zhuang Aiguo and Brother Jiankan went home with flashlights on.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was so tired that his eyelids were twitching, and he was about to fall asleep lying on the sofa.

Tang Huai: "Take a shower and go back to bed."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Xiaoduo closed his eyes after agreeing and remained motionless.

Tang Huai had no choice but to pull Zhuang Xiaoduo up, took off his clothes and trousers, carried him to the bathroom to wash his hair and bathe him.

"Don't put that on my ears." Zhuang Xiaoduo enjoyed Tang Huai's scrubbing service with peace of mind, hanging on Tang Huai's body with his eyes closed, no matter how Tang Huai teased him, he was as quiet as a chicken.

He was so tired.

After tidying up Zhuang Xiaoduo, Tang Huai started to tidy up the living room, which was as messy as a garbage dump. He had already developed a habit of disdain for the mess at home, and always cleaned up the mess at hand when it was dirty.

Finally, after wiping the table, Tang Huai picked up Zhuang Xiaoduo's mobile phone on the table, opened the photo album, found the group photo Zhuang Aiguo took of the two of them just now, zoomed in and looked back and forth several times, in the photo Zhuang Xiaoduo is handsome and cute, with curved eyebrows and eyes Turning around, Tang Huai looked at Zhuang Xiaoduo sideways, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Tang Huai clicked delete in the lower right corner, and "Delete Photo" and "Cancel" popped up on the screen. His finger hesitated for a moment on "Delete Photo", but he pressed it anyway.

Still had to get up early the next day, Kang Jian asked someone to borrow a truck, Zhuang Aiguo couldn't drive a truck and could only drive a van, Tang Huai and Zhuang Xiaoduo drove Tang Huai's small truck.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was worried about the smell of excrement before, but it has rained many times during this period, and it has been washed away. Spread a layer of plastic cloth, spray water on the roses, put it away, and then cover it with a greenhouse cloth superior.

Three cars set off on the road mightily.

As soon as he arrived in the city and connected with Yan Fei, there was bad news.

Yan Fei: "As of now, there are 58 chargebacks."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Why?"

"I guess I found out that the person who wants to send flowers is sending flowers to others. In short, it's yellow." Yan Fei stared at her mobile phone, monitoring the status of the order in real time.

There was a backlog of 58 orders at once, and yesterday I was worried that there would be a temporary additional order, and I prepared 50 more bouquets of flowers, and now there are half a car left.

According to the original plan, it was after four o'clock in the afternoon when the order was delivered. Zhuang Aiguo and Brother Jianjian went home, and Zhuang Xiaoduo, Tang Huai and Yan Fei sat in KFC to settle accounts.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Yan Fei buried their heads in cleaning up the list, while Tang Huai drank Coke with his hands paralyzed, like a shopkeeper throwing his hands away.

“现在还剩37束9朵的，8束29朵的，1束99朵的。其中有3束是因为货不对板包得太丑被拒收。”闫菲摊开本子，推到庄小多面前。

Yan Fei's data is clearly recorded, and it is clear at a glance.

Although not all of them were sold out, the profit was still considerable, which was more cost-effective than selling directly to the flower market for wholesale.

After transferring the money at 7:3 as agreed, Yan Fei picked up her canvas bag and bid farewell.

Before leaving, he turned back and asked, "Can you give me a bouquet of flowers?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo gossips and asks who to send.Yan Fei only said that you should take care of it.

In the car, I picked out a bouquet of roses that looked good for Yan Fei. She held the written card and looked at it again and again, but still threw it away.

When crossing the road, a call came from her mobile phone, she quickly answered it, and ran across the road while the light was green.

On the opposite side was a girl's voice: "What are you doing? Why are you out of breath, are you back?"

Yan Fei: "I'm on my way, I'll be at school in 10 minutes."

"Can you buy me a bowl of snail noodles at the school gate? I'm so hungry~"

Yan Fei smiled subconsciously and said yes, "Well...are you in the dormitory? Well, the roses are not sold out, and there is a bouquet left, do you want it?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai were planning to pack up the roses when a middle-aged man passed by and asked them whether they should sell the roses or not.

"Sell it! Sell it cheap!" Zhuang Xiaoduo lifted off the tarpaulin and decided to set up a stand to sell roses.

There was still a lot of people around the university on Christmas Eve. Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai were asked not to drink, and it didn't take long before several people gathered who didn't buy it at the flower shop.

Zhuang Xiaoduo climbed onto the cart and pushed out the flowers piled inside, and when he tried to jump off the cart, he found it was a bit high, so he didn't dare to jump down, so he called Tang Huai.

Tang Huai came over with one hand across his knees and the other around his waist and hugged him down.

It's natural for the two of them to mix and not care.

But they didn't know that this scene had been recorded by the cameras of the same city radio and television station, and it became the material of Christmas Eve and appeared on TV.

In the end, there are still a few bouquets that don’t look good, and the one with 99 flowers. It’s already late, and most people who have dates and need flowers are also eating and watching movies.

Zhuang Xiaoduo dismantled the bouquet and placed it on the outside of the truck. He took out the card that Yan Fei threw to him just now, and wrote on the cardboard: The ritual sense of a bouquet of flowers will never go out of style. Happy holidays.

Write two big 'free' again.

Zhuang Xiaoduo looked at the pile of flowers and nodded in satisfaction, kicked his hands into Tang Huai's pocket, and went to eat hot pot hand in hand.

The author has something to say: I also ate glutinous glutinous glutinous rice balls today, sucking and sucking